August 27, 2006 | Speak Up Sonny. I can't hear you.
I felt old today because the ambient music in the grocery store was “Blitzkrieg Bop”.
Not even muzak or anything, just The Ramones. Uncensored. How un-punk is that?
Archive for August, 2006
August 26, 2006 | Son of a..., Sports
All the Holy Wars can stop now. Clearly, there is no God. How do I know? Here is the story.
I knew when I moved to Virginia that I probably wouldn’t be able to go to any Bucs games this year. I knew that the Tampa Bay games wouldn’t be on tv every Sunday. No problem. I’ve got the NFL Sunday Ticket. I knew it would be more difficult to buy Buccaneers gear here. Okay, not a big deal, I go to Tampa a couple of times a year to visit. I can buy stuff then.
I forgot that you can only get preseason games on local television. Fortunately, the NFL Network re-runs every single preseason game. I have TiVoed the Bucs games and watched them both so far, but I was still excited when I saw that the Tampa Bay @ Jacksonville game was going to be nationally televised.
So it is 7:55 and I am sitting here with my jersey on and a beer in my hand when I realize that CBS is showing me the Redskins/Patriots pre-game show.
What the hell?
Well, maybe local CBS is showing the Washington game, but surely I can find the game on ESPN or maybe somewhere else. I mean, I have 300 channels at least.
ESPN is showing little league baseball. That isn’t even the worst part. NFL network is showing (wait for it) “Chargers Cheerleaders: Making the Squad”.
Like I said. There is no God.
Now I’m sitting here (all alone, The Squad is asleep and Gabe went camping) watching Mark Brunell embarrass himself. I normally don’t root against The Redskins (unless they play the Bucs), but I am willing to make an exception today. Grrrrrrrr. At least the kids are sleeping. Maybe there is a God.
Cross Posted at Draft Day Suit
Gabe, Randomness
Gabe just sent me this link. It is an advertisement for power tools.
I don’t know why they banned this commercial. I mean - they’re wearing safety goggles.
Anyway, if you like tools and boobs (and a lot of booty) the link above is the link for you. Enjoy.
August 24, 2006 | She Blinded Me With Science
Okay, all you scientists. It is time to come clean.
How many frigging planets are there?
Last week they tell me there are 12 planets, and now they are trying to tell me that Pluto isn’t a planet at all?
What the hell? How many are there?
What am I supposed to tell my children? What am I supposed to do with “My Very Educated Mother Just Scorched Uncle Ned’s Pants” because “My Very Educated Mother Just Scorched Uncle Ned” has a much darker feel, and I’m not sure I want to be teaching The Squad that I think it’s okay to go around burning people.
That being said, I am much more concerned with giving them bad information. I’m glad they are only two. I don’t know what I would tell them if they were studying the Solar System this year.
So, how about it scientist? How many planets? 8, 9, 12? (Eggs are good, eggs are bad, cholesterol is bad except for good cholesterol which we need. Iraq has weapons of mass destruction. No, we were mistaken.) The news is confusing. Sometimes I really do think ignorance is bliss.
